Dean
Dean pulled into the first motel that he found along the road. It had a stupid name like most of them. All Tucked Inn. Could they get any cornier? Not that the name mattered, they would probably only stay a few nights before moving on and the name of the motel would be forgotten and blur in with all of the other crap places they he had stayed in before this one ever came along.
He paused by the entrance and asked Sam to go get them a room for a couple of nights, watching as the taller man climbed out of the car and moved towards to doors of the motel desk area where a bored looking teenage girl sat with her headphones in, and eyes on the mobile phone in her hand.
Dean watched him go in, get ignored by the teen before he drove into the parking lot and found a space near to where they would most likely be staying. Somewhere near to the end of the line of rooms that he could see. Close to the exit, but far enough away that not everyone would be looking into their room as they went to get their own.
He switched off the engine and paused to take a breath, forcing the anger inside of him, the feeling of betrayal down deep inside of him to only be acknowledged in moments of weakness.
He climbed out of the car, retrieving his and Sam's duffel bags from the rear seats of the car. He looked up when he heard the bell ring on the door to the reception and saw Sam exit it, his face a blank mask.
He had never taken as much notice before the no soul business, but now Dean watched his brothers face avidly hoping that Cas was wrong, that Sam could feel something. Even if the effort was fruitless every time.
"What room?" He called out questioning, his own voice revealing nothing more than vague curiosity.
"Sixteen." Sam replied simply.
Dean just nodded his head in recognition and began looking over the numbers on the doors. Right where he had expected it to be.
"Well come on then. Open the door dude." Normally Dean would have made some kind of sarcastic remark, something to make both he and Sam smile. But now? Now Dean knew it was pointless, that it would go wasted on this new Sam. And Dean just felt tired. Tired of all the crap that went on in their lives, tired of this latest development. A brother with no soul? Check. Working for a demon? Check. Dean wasn't sure that he could take much more.
He stopped dead when he entered the motel.
"Jesus, it smells like someone died in here!" Dean exclaimed
What in Go- the hell was that smell? He moved further into the room, noting the similar expression of disgust of Sam's face. He inspected the beds before placing their bags on them; Dean's closest to the door. Old habits die hard he guessed.
He inspected the kitchen area and found nothing immediately obvious. Of course that was before he opened up the refrigerator, whose door was partially open. The smell that seeped out when he opened it fully made him gag, and almost lose what little was in his stomach and behind him he heard Sam practically cough up a lung as the pungent odour reached him.
Using his t-shirt he pulled up the collar and covered his nose, trying to protect it against the sin against nature that was inside the refrigerator.
"Damn, it smells like something diseased climbed in there to die." Sam choked out behind him, the corner of his jack being used to try and block of access to his nose and mouth.
"It looks like something crawled in and died." Dean stated.
There were various items in there and any and all of them could be the cause of the vile smell. What looked to be a half-eaten cheeseburger sat there in its wrapper, there were various cans of opened soup that Dean was willing to bet were as green as that burger. Along with that there was also a couple of bowls of something unidentifiable lurking in them.
At that moment Dean saw something move in one of the bowls of green gunk, and the most hideous creature to have ever lived slowly crawled out of it. If Dean hadn't known better then he would have sworn that the disgusting little gunk covered roach was part of the supernatural and just another monster they hadn't yet encountered.
Despite that knowledge it didn't stop Dean from pulling his gun on the vile little critter before he truly realised what it was.
"Jesus! Something really did crawl in!" Dean shouted.
He felt Sam look over his shoulder curiously as one of Dean's arms was pointing the gun at the roach, and the other was over his face trying to protect his sense of smell before it was completely disintegrated by the toxic waste inside the refrigerator.
"That is revolting." Sam stated.
"Yeah? No kidding Sherlock." Dean snapped back at him. As if his day couldn't get any worse, he had to go and get a room at Roach Motel!
"C'mon Dean, close the door before it and whatever friends it has escapes, and then let's get the hell out of here." Sam said calmly, albeit a tad muffled by the jacket that still covered the lower half of his face.
Dean threw the door to the refrigerator closed, and made sure it was shut this time before stalking over to the bed to retrieve his duffel bag. He walked out the door, Sam only a few steps behind him.
"Alright, I'll take the key back, you pull the car around." Sam said evenly as he threw his duffle bag back onto the rear seats of the car. Dean just nodded thankful for the fresh air.
Sam
Sam walked back to the front desk, thinking that it was problematic now that they had to change motels. Dean needed the rest and now it was going to be about another hour until they found another motel, checked in and Dean actually got to sleep. Sam of course didn't need it, but there was nothing he could do about that. In fact it was actually beneficial to him, as it allowed him to get more work done.
Before he walked into the reception area, he put on a mask of irritation, anger and disgust. The normal feelings and emotions that a person would usually display in this kind of situation.
"Hey!" He called out as he barged in through the door. The teen behind the desk jerked her head up and her eyes widened in fear as she took in the sight of Sam stood at his full 6ft 4" height and his thunderous face.
"Your rooms are infested! It's a damned health hazard!" He barked at her. It wasn't her fault but someone experiencing anger over this wouldn't have cared, and neither did Sam to be quite honest. She could deal with it.
"Huh?! W-what? I-I don't –" She stuttered at him.
"The room? There are roaches in it. We're leaving." He barked again, throwing the key back down on the desk.
As he looked at the desk he noticed the discarded newspaper that was lying there. The front headline read:
"Wild Animal Kills Again!" and just underneath that it stated, "Animal still not found!"
Huh. That could be something. Sam picked up the paper, ignoring the girl when she flinched at his reaching hand.
Sam just unfolded the paper, reading it as he left, the bell above the door signalling his departure.
From what he was reading it could be something that he and Dean could look into, and this place was only a few towns over. They could make it within a couple of hours and get a motel there.
Plan firmly settled within his mind, he climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala as Dean pulled up outside.
